get up to leave, he's talking to Dr. Hilburn and I don't want to interrupt. I thanked him already so I'm sure he knows how much I appreciated his help.
Olivia texts me to let me know she is at The Java Bean and asks me to meet her for coffee before my next class. I could definitely use a pick-me-up so I head over.
She's already curled up on one of the most comfortable chairs at the back of the café sipping on an iced coffee.
“Hey!”
“Hi,” I greet her.
“Did you see this?” She holds up a flyer printed in funky lettering announcing:
Do Art Studios
Now Open
“What is it?” I ask.
“Have you ever heard of Corks & Colors?” she inquires.
“Um, no.”
“It's, like, an art studio where you get to paint your own stuff and get drunk on wine while you're doing it.”
“Sounds fascinating.”
“This place is a paint-your-own ceramics studio only without the booze. Wanna check it out with me Saturday?”
“I don't know. My hand is still pretty messed up.”
It's the best excuse I can come up with since I’m boasting a pretty convincing bruise, but it definitely looks worse than it feels.
“It's your left hand, Aria.”
“So?”
“I know you're right handed.”
Well, there goes that excuse. I have no choice then but to reluctantly agree. Besides, I figure she'll just continue begging me anyway, so I agree mostly just to shut her up about it. I think she might be more stubborn than I am.
“Fine,” I sigh. “Where is this place anyway?”
“It's just on the other side of town.”
“Can I ride my bike and meet you there?”
“Um, no. You're not riding your bike all the way across town. I'll drive.”
“But—”
“It's supposed to rain all weekend. Trust me; you do not want to ride your bike.”
“I'm not sure—”
“It'll be fun! I've always wanted to go to a place like this. I'm so excited that Fairmount finally has something cool to do during the winter. I can't wait for Movies in the Park to start up again.”
“When does that start?”
“In the spring. Usually in late March or early April. It's a blast. You should come with me sometime!”
I think about my first introduction to Movies in the Park. It didn't exactly go very well. But maybe if I went with Olivia it wouldn't be so bad. I can't keep locking myself in my room every time something reminds me of Sean.
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
I don't have to work tonight so I head back to my apartment after Olivia and I finish our coffee. I study for a little bit and contemplate calling my mother but ultimately decide I don't really want to. She'll get over it.
It's nights like these that I almost get my guitar out just to have something to do. Maybe I should take up knitting. That's an innocent way to keep my hands busy.
God, I sound like a little old lady.
I open up my laptop and check my email. There's one from Mrs. Matthews but I don't even open it. Sean's mom is one of my most favorite people on the planet, but I haven't been able to talk to her since the accident. I know it's selfish, but I can't stand the thought of seeing the
Olivia texts me to let me know she is at The Java Bean and asks me to meet her for coffee before my next class. I could definitely use a pick-me-up so I head over.
She's already curled up on one of the most comfortable chairs at the back of the café sipping on an iced coffee.
“Hey!”
“Hi,” I greet her.
“Did you see this?” She holds up a flyer printed in funky lettering announcing:
Do Art Studios
Now Open
“What is it?” I ask.
“Have you ever heard of Corks & Colors?” she inquires.
“Um, no.”
“It's, like, an art studio where you get to paint your own stuff and get drunk on wine while you're doing it.”
“Sounds fascinating.”
“This place is a paint-your-own ceramics studio only without the booze. Wanna check it out with me Saturday?”
“I don't know. My hand is still pretty messed up.”
It's the best excuse I can come up with since I’m boasting a pretty convincing bruise, but it definitely looks worse than it feels.
“It's your left hand, Aria.”
“So?”
“I know you're right handed.”
Well, there goes that excuse. I have no choice then but to reluctantly agree. Besides, I figure she'll just continue begging me anyway, so I agree mostly just to shut her up about it. I think she might be more stubborn than I am.
“Fine,” I sigh. “Where is this place anyway?”
“It's just on the other side of town.”
“Can I ride my bike and meet you there?”
“Um, no. You're not riding your bike all the way across town. I'll drive.”
“But—”
“It's supposed to rain all weekend. Trust me; you do not want to ride your bike.”
“I'm not sure—”
“It'll be fun! I've always wanted to go to a place like this. I'm so excited that Fairmount finally has something cool to do during the winter. I can't wait for Movies in the Park to start up again.”
“When does that start?”
“In the spring. Usually in late March or early April. It's a blast. You should come with me sometime!”
I think about my first introduction to Movies in the Park. It didn't exactly go very well. But maybe if I went with Olivia it wouldn't be so bad. I can't keep locking myself in my room every time something reminds me of Sean.
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
I don't have to work tonight so I head back to my apartment after Olivia and I finish our coffee. I study for a little bit and contemplate calling my mother but ultimately decide I don't really want to. She'll get over it.
It's nights like these that I almost get my guitar out just to have something to do. Maybe I should take up knitting. That's an innocent way to keep my hands busy.
God, I sound like a little old lady.
I open up my laptop and check my email. There's one from Mrs. Matthews but I don't even open it. Sean's mom is one of my most favorite people on the planet, but I haven't been able to talk to her since the accident. I know it's selfish, but I can't stand the thought of seeing the
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